Kale stood atop the ruins of what had once been a divine throneworld. Ash fell like snow. Beneath his feet, gods lay dead.
Not fallen.
Erased.
He didn't need a blade anymore.
He was the weapon.
Scarlet watched from a crumbled tower, breath shallow. Even in this form, she could still see traces of him—the way his fingers curled before a strike, the way his gaze lingered on her just a second too long.
He hadn't lost himself.
Not yet.
"But what have I become?" she whispered.
And the answer came in pain.
It started in her sleep.
Flashes of fire. Screams in a language older than time.
And a name echoing in her skull:
"Sel'marieth."
She jolted awake, gasping.
Kale was beside her in an instant. "Scarlet?"
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whispered, "That's not my real name."
They stood in a pool of starlight.
Kale placed his hand on her heart.
And her memories unlocked.
She was Sel'marieth once—the Keeper of Bonds, goddess of will and vow, protector of mortal promises. In the age before the loops, she stood beside gods and men… until the Divine Council betrayed her.
They feared her ability to bind fate, to anchor the wills of others.
So they shattered her name.
Scattered her essence across time.
Reborn as Scarlet Silva… she had been Kale's fated partner in countless lives—and in every one, her divinity had remained dormant.
Until now.